While we were enjoying several hours at The Celebration of Cultures I read that a public art project was underway from the Scarritt Bennett’s Gallery F.

As we approached , you could hear the paper singing in the wind. Lines of paper, catching the wind like prayer flags. The question was profoundly simple, “What is home to you?”

Visitors to this celebration of culture and the participants representing were all asked to consider the home that is their constant.

I immediately knew my response. Home to me is where my love, my hope and my safety sit. Where my play and my work have meaning and where the earth and sky bring me color and light. I drew on my paper a symbol that artist Victoria Boone taught me that means ‘heaven’ but looks a bit like a dog with pointy ears. The sacred Zia Pueblo symbol, a star that points to home and symbolizes my tribe and a flower grounded, not picked but settled in the earth.